somewhere in the meantime
In some nefarious place, between the
dumpster diving lady,
And the bag-man of Telegraph Road,
There exists fools on stools
Drinking to forget yesterday
and trying to drown sorrow
In a vat of lost, yet collected memories
A pity party of the mind and soul
Scratch their back with sympathy
With glazed eyes
Watch their emotions dance
In a meadow of forget-me not’s
Some have never faced both mud and blood
Or the jab of a bayonet
They rolled through life on easy street
Silver spoons inserted firmly in their mouth
Some were never weaned
Others were born mean
All brothers in each and every sorrow
Each one with sagging baggage
Soaked in tears and regrets
Take up a collection
for redemption
It’s time for another round
Somewhere
In
The
meantime
Where the asphalt meets the road
By Bubby
© 2011 Bubby
(All rights reserved)
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